tony, Your skin like dawn suggests yours is the headshe brushed, in a perfumed cloud,straightening what wasn’t tangled. Unimaginable. Excellent write. Beautiful poetry can provide comfort, solace, hope and even inspiration following the death of a loved one. She is attempting to show there is no real difference between the two. sing is 1975, A very interesting conception of everyday life pinned Greg x, I love the interesting perspective you wrote this from. We respect your privacy and take protecting it seriously. Published: October 2017 7 Poems About Time Passing. Just as beautiful is her own skin which appears like “dusk”. The other skin tone, whichever that may be, shows us the “end of a sure beginning”. The poet outlines how, in reality, there is no difference between one person and the next. who the people  It is darker, the sun is setting. Shelley probably spent a fair amount of time at sea and so was all too familiar with its perils. The poet compares light and dark skin tones to the rising and setting of the sun. There are two clear examples in the first couplet. © Academy of American Poets, 75 Maiden Lane, Suite 901, New York, NY 10038. Time contains an almost cruel irony as it talks of the perilous nature of the sea and it would later transpire Shelley himself would lose his life whilst at sea. A great poem from a great poet. More than 40,000 poems by contemporary and classic poets, including Robert Frost, Emily Dickinson, Sylvia Plath, Langston Hughes, Rita Dove, and more. Please log in again. The same can be said about the transition between the second line and the third. sitting here in this car For example, “skin” and “beginning” in lines one and three as well as “like” and “Mine” in lines one and two. car with window of life and death. are where they go, I watched the sunrise The child she borebears you no resemblance; onlythis habit of losing your soul. Time sweats in the middle of the night. But whether stuck in traffic or simply spending a lot of time driving, it can feel very like time is passing you by. Several soldiers’ buttonsglitter in her trowel, a spectacular findthat conjures and erases. For some, time passes slowly. Can’t sneak up on anyone anymore, Autoplay next video in the car agin time passing Time passes by In a slow ticking haze As the clock strikes three And I wait for four Feel my excitement build And my impatience thaw I can’t wait to leave the building Put down my headsets, Shut down my brain Forget about – the terrible day Its ten minutes away And I can’t seem to wait As the tension in my shoulders, Slowly begin to fade, This means that either a vowel or consonant sound is reused within one line or multiple lines of verse. The other, the end of a I enjoyed. I sit here in this  Her work embraced a wide variety of genres and themes, including nature lyrics, love poems, protest poetry, and poetry... Everything else about and around that house, of my son. This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Join the conversation by commenting. cars would pass by and wonder who the people are where they go I watched the sunrise sitting here in this car and watch the sunset the days were long the nights were short the motels and place to eat were nothing to write home about time passing by. of a certain end.